A poem written on a dare by a co-worker

A Tramp in the Bedroom

I bet you wish you had the thing
That I have in my room
I get to jump it all the time
Though it doesn’t have a womb

For every other guy I know
A trapeze works just fine
But my wife will not climb on one
Unless she’s full of wine

So the best thing I have ever found
To get my groove thing on
Is jumping on my trampoline
From late at night, till dawn

When most guys think of bedroom toys
They’re thinking, “Young and hottie!”
But jumping on my bedroom tramp
Is anything, but naughty.